Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blahsum
Mixed Artist
Garbo
Synthesizer
Alex Torque
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gabriel Matarasso
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Blahsum
Producer
Lyrics
I wanna ring on your bell I want knock on your door
I wanna sleep in your bed baby but you dont live there no more
Sit back But the chairs not there
I mumble and I curse and I swear
Hit and miss Then again we kissed
I would never quit but She Comes quick with right lick
You really outta
I really wanna
I think we should
I think she would
I think its good
One more for road, and 2 for when I get home
3 for the show but the venues closed
Closed off boarded up
Im sorry I was acting tough
I wanna ring on your bell I want knock on your door
I wanna sleep in your bed baby but you dont live there no more
I wanna drive down your road, but there’s nowhere to go
Everything’s closed
I should leave you alone
His job is to bring light not 2 master
The wind blows faster higher than the hills
What’s the matter? Bills bill bills
This is not a drill
What you doing looking so becoming?
Trna have the last laugh
Missed out on the second coming
Could have went to Sunday mass maybe once or something
Might have done a soul some justice
Gabriel cud play his trumpet
Some highway tunes
Fly across this whole republic
From the mountains to the ocean blue
Red rocks 2 timbuck 2
This way to alberquerke
Do you copy?
I was Driving sloppy in the jalopy when they caught me
Brought me downtown
Thats when I learned the sound of the underground
Brought it back around and played it extra loud
Past the gas stations
Vegas strip malls
Going door to door
Deep down to the core
Louisiana pour
Who wore it better
I FEEL like MARY TYLER MOOR
At least when im in New York
At least when im in New York
Wanna ring on your bell I want knock on your door
I wanna sleep in your bed baby but you dont live there no more
I wanna drive down your road, but there’s nowhere to go
Everything’s closed
I should leave you alone
Written by: Gabriel Matarasso

